My wife is painting a sign in the garage, and she has her paints sitting on the trunk of the car in a way that makes me nervous. I look at the surface and sure enough, there is a blob of white near the paint can. I poke it, and it’s still soft. I can wipe it off with my fingers, so it hasn’t dried yet.
“Is this paint?”, I ask accusingly.
“No”, she says, “That’s bird crap.”
She was right.
This is Why We Can’t Have Short Criticism
Here's how this site grew from short essays to novel-length quasi-analytical retrospectives.
Dead Island
A stream-of-gameplay review of Dead Island. This game is a cavalcade of bugs and bad design choices.
MMO Population Problems
Computers keep getting more powerful. So why do the population caps for massively multiplayer games stay about the same?
Marvel's Civil War
Team Cap or Team Iron Man? More importantly, what basis would you use for making that decision?
Final Fantasy X
A game about the ghost of an underwater football player who travels through time to save the world from a tick that controls kaiju satan. Really.
*laugh* I’ve been reading the DM of the Ring all day, and thought I’d check out some of your old stuff for variety. You are just humerous in general!
bravo, bravo.
Niiiiiiceee.
When I saw this was an old post I felt a little disappointed… I came here under the promise of a glorious wet paint tale, and was side-swiped by a scat story :p
That’s what they call a twist ending.